“Whoops, haha, silly, goofy me! Just testing you, haha!” joked the PM, ironically.

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“Ah, fuck”, Scotty mumbled to himself, as the puzzled waiter at Papa Freddy’s Pizzeria handed over to the PM what could well have been, as far as the he was concerned, a laminated page of hieroglyphics.

“Um, are you going to order anything, sir”, queried the growingly bemused teenage.

“Sorry, what?” quizzed the Prime Minister, genuinely frazzled by the concept of needing to order anything from anybody.

“From the menu, uh, did you want to get anything from it, so you can uh eat?”

“Haha! You’ll have to speak into my good ear, Mario!” quipped the nation’s leader, air high-fiving the portrait of Prince Philip that he’d brought to his local diner.

I maintain that we should have sympathy for the Prime Minister for this lapse in judgement. It had, after all, been a busy day for the daggy dad of two. He’d not only clipped three of his toenails, but he’d also watched half an episode of Young Sheldon and thought about boiling the kettle.

So, while it may seem fairly fucking obvious to the rest of us to order something which may come in handy at a certain time and place, we have to remember that the PM had a lot on his plate. No literally, of course. That would require ordering something.

No more to come.